Shards of glass

My eyes slowly opened, only to blink a few times, unaccustomed to the new found light. As my vision slowly returned to me I looked around, taking in my newfound surroundings. It seemed to be a house of some sort, a pretty run down home at that. The house was just barely overrun with weeds and thorns, broken windows scattered the floor underneath, and cracks of light shot down from the holes in the roof. Everything was broken.

But what my eyes were drawn to, was a large mirror in the very center of the room so gargantuan that it reached almost twenty feet in height, and almost just as wide. It too was shattered, but everything else bent around it, as if avoiding its presence. The vines twisted almost making a circle around the mirror, not a single leaf entered within it's borders, and a dome of light, forming from a perfect circle in the roof shined down on it. It seemed to envelop the room, wrapping around my surroundings like a black hole.

I started to walk towards it, almost like it was pulling me in, taking control of my will. As I neared the edge of the barrier, I noticed I had a small piece of glass in my hoof. I walked across the circle of vines, and the piece of glass started to quiver, about five feet away the piece of glass flew from my hand, flew to the mirror and almost merged with it. I stopped for a second, wondering what happened, before continuing on to the mirror. I reached out to the mirror with my hoof, slowly nearing the surface, and my hoof started to quiver, I touched the surface, and it was like it wasn't there!

No, it was like I wasn't there, as if it was more real than everything else, the only thing truly there. It was this real thing, that started to bellow out a thick, white mist that quickly surrounded the broken down house in its eeriness. I backed away with urgency, my mind speeding miles to think of something, anything to do. An appendage with five smaller stumps branching out from on larger one emerged from within the glassy plane, all of them pale and withered, reached out through the mirror, it grasped at the edges, looking for a hold on this world. It finally reach the end of the mirror, and it's hand wrapped around the edge. Vines showed through it's hand as it clenched the edge, and a giant leg started to burst through the smoke. Following it was the rest of the creature's body. It was devoid of all color, only appearing in different shades of gray. Thick, silken robes wrapped around the creatures body, covering each of it's appendages except for the very ends. It's head was very unusual, with a small nose and eyes, and a large mouth and ears. Looking closer, I saw that the thing's 'eyes' were nothing more than the sockets with only small beads of light filling the hole, giving the impression of pupils. Whatever was on it's forehead was covered up by a ghostly, translucent crown, arcing above his head. His robes were embedded with jewel like structures, and on each of his small appendages were rings of different shades.

There was only one thought, one question, in my head once this creature and I met eye to eye: Is this Death?

It's empty mouth freaked open, and a deep voice rang through the entire space.

"At last, you summon me, young master." Then, its eye sockets focused toward me, and it... stopped. The mist completely dissipated as we started at each other for what seemed to be the longest moments of my life. "Oh dear, tell me young one, can you tell me who you are?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but it quickly hit me like a brick wall, I couldn't remember my own name. I couldn't remember who I was at all. My eyes widened in shock as I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say. His noticed this, and his pupils seemed to widen. He turned back to the mirror, seeing that it was shattered.

"I feared as much, looks like even her descendants are not immune to this curse." he turned back towards me and motioned what seemed to be a sign to follow him. "Come, young one, there is much we have to talk about." He said as he began to walk away, myself cautiously following suit.

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The ghostly figure led me throughout the building, with crisscrossing long pathways with rooms appearing in random locations. It was as if the architect of this place intended to create a giant labyrinth instead of a house.

"Your mother was a talented magician, working alongside Star Swirl the bearded and Mellobrook in research to further ponykind's civilization. She specialized in memory magic and contacting other dimensional creatures, such as myself." What looked like a smile played at his lips, as if he cherished the thought. "But of course, this path had risks. As a safeguard, in case something ever happened to her memory, she created that mirror that you saw before, and I was to guard it in case anything happened. Of course, I was visited her frequently, she was rather clumsy and lost her memory often, but after try after try, we finally achieved what we had been researching for almost a century: immortality." He explained as I looked at him with shock and wonder. They actually made a spell to make one immortal? "If she was cut down, her body would reform here, no matter what you did to her, she would always come back. Unfortunately, the experiment was not without it's side effects, her already weakened memory was forever damaged, and she would have trouble recalling spells, potions, or even her own name. I was charged to always be by her side as she grew more and more child like, reverting to her younger form as she lost more and more. But..." His voice began wavering, as if what he was recalling hurt him like being stabbed a knife. "When the blast came, right before it hit her she launched me into the mirror and as she reverted to her adult, true form... she gave me one last charge: to protect whoever freed me from the mirror. As the blast hit her... it was the last thing I saw... she didn't die, but her eyes dimmed. I had seen the effect all to often, it was what happened when she lost her memory. Then it hit the glass... and the mirror was shattered into pieces. My only way back into this world was lost. My last thoughts were trying to hold on to my own memories, as the blast ripped them into shreds, all I could hold onto was those facts. Whoever did this, I don't think it just affected me and her, the blast broke the mirror, which relied on the memories of all those she knew... I think that blast effected the entire world." We had stopped walking, and I began contemplating what he said. I didn't know what to make of it, but it seemed like he was telling the truth. I didn't even know who or what he was, but if he knew my mother, he could be trusted right?

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked him, and he turned to me. His lifeless sockets looking straight into my own eyes.

"Because, young one, you are her child. You have inherited her curse, as well as her blessing. You too are immortal, and you are the only one who can return those lost memories." He said.